Direct Vision!

Warm so peaceful few clouds in the sky

crickets creating the only sound

the moon shone you could feel the heat

relaxing upon a sun lounger

riveted by the number of stars in view

realized her husband was overdue!

 

Almost falling asleep the wine glass fell

made her jump and sit up

noticed a growing object in her vision

its shape forever changing

colours of varied degrees of illumination

a spectacular presentation!

 

First sighting a spectacle that was awesome

twisting turning coming to a halt

never before seen such a dazzling display

as more just came into sight

soon neighbours were gathered transfixed

opinions on objects mixed!

 

With a captive audience and intense stares

the object seemed to come nearer

its vast size visible but no audible noise

except from gasps of the crowd

then the craft silently accelerating ascended

into the heavens blended!

 

Authorities denied any knowledge of the sighting!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Orb!

Could not Recall locked in a cell before

or even visiting a police station.

Now here he lay petrified on his own

listening to the noisy drunks.

With time to think why he was here

should not had that last beer!

 

He never meant to kill that violent guy

it really was self-defence.

Had anybody seen him get attacked

in that empty dirty alley.

Or as the man lay still that weird mist

like an orb the size of a fist!

 

Rose into the sky entering a weird light

did he actually witness that?

Police then arrived and arrested him

not caring he was in shock.

Hours later a solicitor came to advice

his situation to analyse.

 

How to explain what only he had seen

as the man lay dead.

Coming from within his unmoving  chest

it was only one punch!

But fell heavily onto the back of his head

quickly the ground oozed red!

 

Told them everything that had happened

as two cops intently listened.

Soon returned to his cell to wait once more

until they had an autopsy result.

Not believing what he alleged had occurred

they said it sounded absurd.

 

There all night unable to sleep a single wink

told he would be released.

The man died of natural causes they said

charged him for being drunk.

Soon found himself on a damp busy street

falling asleep on his feet.

 

Not a religious sort of person never was

but surely it was not his soul.

Rising up into that place called heaven

that was only a written story!.

At this point his wife drew up in her car

where was the nearest bar?

 

Something changed in his life that night

given the gift of second sight!

 

This was a strange new beginning!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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